Ranting and feeling bad for my keyboard (because I type too hard every time I remember that scheming tuk-tuk driver and the hotel that pales in comparison to the one in Cambodia.)

Flooding of blurred photos and *cough-forgive-the-cliché-cough* faded memories (well, my shaky hands made it clear that I have no career in photography. To make up for it, I’ll try reaaally hard to remember every scent, every taste, every conversation. No promises.)